daring to bid farewell
to the tide of angst
that's lapped against
this shore without reprieve
oh but to savour the wind
upon my brow for a moment
and to sink within the words
of a treasured book
but alas the melodrama
has seeped into the depths
of dreaming
how does one find joy?
when the only light beheld
is bathed in shadow
seeds of oppression
lay strewn across the field of life
like timber and stucco
in a twisters wake
what ever happened
to the simple days?
where one could take comfort
among copper kettles
and conversation
Author notes
Written from a prompt option from one of my old contests that I finally got an idea to flow from. Prompt was "copper kettles and conversation". Hope you enjoy.
A contest entry
- I LEAVE...YOU WIN by honorable mention.
1477 points, ended November 13, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Detailed critique welcome
Comments
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I love the imagery and metaphor used in this....Makes me feel like having some tea and a long talk with my cuz
Great poem
Lynda
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awww so sweet, it would be a grand thing to do I am thrilled you enjoyed this one.
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